Sink

Vinorca Jona POV “Happy belated birthday.” He settled me on the couch and handed me a glass of water. I smiled. “It’s only a few hours past—how is that belated?” Either the alcohol had finally mellowed, or he just made everything feel too easy. I felt good around Masen. Too good. He wasn’t even someone I knew—just a stranger. Yet somehow, he treated me better than the people who actually exist in my life. “Because a few hours counts.” He smiled as I took a sip. “Still… you should’ve been more careful. If it was your first time at a club, getting this drunk isn’t safe.” “You don’t even know me. Still, you helped me—thanks.” I offered my gratitude quietly after a few more sips, too drained to say more after everything. Masen looked like he was actually glad he did. “You don’t have to be.” “Why shouldn’t I?” “As a person, it's normal to help each other.” Okay, if my heart wasn’t fluttering before, it is now. Whatever—blame this. Blame this man. He’s so different from anyone I’ve ever know